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A/N: Well, I want to thank everyone for the many reviews and hits. This is chapter two/five. I hope you enjoy it. I really don't have anything more to say…
A couple days later…
June 14, 1991
--------------------------------------- Michael ---------------------------- (8:06 p.m.) --------------
Michael looked just outside his dark room to find most of the neighborhood gathered at the end of Rebecca's driveway. Although Michael knew seeing Rebecca would be perfect at that moment in time he didn't want to implicate into their conversations. He knew his heart felt almost corrosive due to the feelings he so badly wanted to plead to the girl next door. There was nothing but chaos filling his heart in which he wished he could amend but didn't have the strength to do so.
The night sky was somber even if you could hear crickets from inside his commodious room but that didn't stop him from looking outside further. Rebecca was wearing her infamous pink pajamas with tiny red apples printed on them along with a light pink cami that showed her every curve. He turned around quickly to face Lincoln's bed and sighed to find his brother gone. Linc seemed to never be home anymore but the fact was it never stopped Michael from waiving his presence. Though is brother was never around, Michael still found no animosity toward his older sibling. There was apathy between the two but no one could seem to tell from a distance.
Apprehensively Michael slipped into his dark blue pajama pants with tiny prints of moose surrounding the blue. He turned to face the mirror behind his door and commended himself with a sheepish grin. The shirt he chose was one of the Simpson's which was compatible with his moose pajamas. Michael placed his shoes over his feet and headed down stairs. He ran straight out the door without a word to his foster family and began walking toward the 'group' on the drive way. The young man could hear the adults from afar deriding each other as if they were cats and dogs.
"Michael, you made it. Welcome to the infamous drive way…" Rebecca stood up from her usual spot on the driveway just behind the giant suburban parked in the driveway and shook the young mans hand revelry.
"Rebecca, it is nice to see you again…" Scofield's face turned a bright pink when he noticed the surrounding people staring toward them. The handshake was somewhat obsolete but it didn't matter, he finally got to connect with the one girl he wanted most.
"Don't mind the nosey adults around here…" The brunette exaggerated as she noticed each and every adult bow their head in shame of what they had done. She knew deep inside the older folk weren't by any means parsimonious or stingy, they just wanted to protect her from what they called 'evil'. "Okay, it looks like you're going to need a designated drive-way spot. We meet here every Thursday while the 'big' people drink beer and chat about life and whatever else they talk about. As for the kids, well we sit around….wishing we could drink beer…" She let out a slight giggle which alarmed Michael suddenly.
"So, where is my spot?" Scofield questioned breaking the silence between them. He watched Rebecca point to the end of the driveway as he plopped down directly in front of her in the exact location she said.
"Very suave…" She commented tucking her legs into her stomach as she always did.
"You're always coming up with words that I would never in a million years use…allocate of you…" Michael smiled and glanced down toward his moose pajamas.
"Yeah, I've heard more people use the word suave then whatever you just said. I don't even know what that means…"
"It means to set apart or to be a bit different…"
"Why couldn't you have used different then instead of trying to impress me with some sort of high vocabulary?" The young brunette looked down at her chipped hot pink finger nail polish and watched the tiny shards of polich fall onto the cement driveway. "So, Mr. Scofield, what do you think of the Pearson's?" She questioned ardently.
"Well, they're very nice in all but I don't think it will last. Between my brother and the fact he is in and out of Juvenile hall makes it hard for us to stay in one place sometimes…" Michael sighed assiduously and looked up at Rebecca who appeared to be cold by the shivering of her bare arms. He looked around the driveway to find the adults chatting continuously and a young boy playing on his big wheel.
"Rebecca, where did you put the blow dryer…?" A stout younger girl came out with buxom blonde hair and gorgeous pink lips that glittered against the stars. She stood directly in front of Rebecca with her hands on her hips and 'attitude' written all over her face.
"Michael, this is my sister Natalie….Natalie this is our new neighbor Michael…" The brunette blushed a moment as she introduced her sister and let out a copious of sighs until her sister rolled her eyes. "The hair dryer is on the counter of my bathroom…"
"Thanks!" The sister screamed and stomped off into the house with her nose held high in the air as if she were a form of royalty that nobody knew of.
"Oh yeah and before I forget…" Rebecca whistled to get a young boy's attention and smiled as the toddler came running into her arms. "This is my brother Joey." She held him on her knees as Michael watched his wavy light brown hair jump every time her leg rose even an inch.
"It's nice to meet you Joey…" Michael held out a single hand as Joey placed his inside Scofield's much larger one. The friendship was limpid by now between the two boys.
"Do you want to be my friend?" Joey questioned with a sparkle in his green eyes. He looked over at his sister and smiled as she did the same. "Will you?"
"Yeah Joey…that would be great…" Scofield smiled wide as he noticed the very same sparkle reach Rebecca's eyes. Her eyes were assiduous even if the very feeling he noticed across her face was chastising her on the inside.
"Joey can you do me a favor and go in the house for a minute. I think Mom and Dad are about to go in and I want to talk to Michael alone right now…." Rebecca said ardently and enthused with every word. She watched the little toddler scurry away from the driveway along with the adults.
Michael looked at the house in front of him but only saw the vision of Rebecca blocking his view. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the structure of the house he found himself owing himself an indemnity for everything he had done. Rebecca reached her hand for Michael's and he accepted her soft skinned hand acquiescingly. She stood up allowing enough time for Michael to do so and lured him beside the house on a slab of concrete poured by her father on a rainy day. There was really no use for the cement but it brought a blithe feeling to her heart knowing that her father placed it there.
Rebecca began to stare into the eyes of young Scofield. By nature she wasn't a huge talker anyway but knew that when she was around him it was different. He gave her a strength she never knew she had until that very moment. She never knew that this particular strength was no longer insuperable and could actually be reached. The strength indefinitely had a misnomer but even then it was impossible. It was love.
"Do you ever wonder what happens next? It is almost like life is a dream that you make your own. I guess that sounds cliché…" Rebecca leaned her body against the wall as she watched Michael do the same. There was about a foot separating the two but even then she could feel his body heat against hers.
"I don't think it sound cliché. I think that you're a woman who wants her fairy tale dreams. In that case there is nothing wrong with wanting your wishes to come true…" Michael cocked his head toward Rebecca and watched her eyes nearly bulge out of her head at the word 'woman'.
Rebecca looked down toward the cement and thought about how placid Michael said the word 'woman'. Yes, she was fourteen but everyone else had just seen her as a girl. She knew deep down she wanted everyone to accept her as this newly found woman instead of a little girl. There was some sort of false pretext restraining the world to see her as a woman but Michael understood and that was all that mattered. Everyone only recognized her superficial self but only this one man knew what it was like.
"How come you understand me so well?" Rebecca looked toward Michael in pure august awaiting his official reason. She knew on the inside and out of Michael he was far from being a callous person which only brought out a majestic smile to her face.
"I don't know, I guess we have a lot in common and I thoroughly understand what you're going through and I know how hard it is sometimes. You're a really great person so don't let anyway take away your fame…" Scofield looked down at her hands and the way they sparkled just right under the Chicago night sky. He didn't have a single compunction or regret about the entire scenario.
"Alright, I've come to a conclusion that all guys suck but how is it you defy the odds? There has to be something wrong…some flaw…some lie or deception within you. Okay, I'm going to ask you a series of questions…"
"Okay, I'll answer them to the best of my ability but I get to ask you questions too…" Michael looked the young woman straight into her crystal blue eyes and saw the sudden look of terror building.
"Okay but I go first because I'm a girl and you're not…" She quickly turned her body more toward the man beside her and folded her legs 'Indian Style'.
"Fair enough…" He remarked duplicating the exact stance set forth by Rebecca. Michael knew at this very moment this night would be without a doubt indelible, one in which he would never forget.
"Do you drink?" Rebecca questioned waiting patiently for the answer without going completely crazy. Her hands were a bit shaky but even then she didn't let out a single clue to make him feel uncomfortable.
"…Isn't that irrelevant…?" Michael noticed the slight tremble of her hands and smiled as he noticed her place the tiny fingers into her lap. Quickly he noticed her grabbing a hoodie from the side of the house and placing it around her body.
"…Just answer the question old man, I'll be fifteen before you answer. It is quite simple, do you drink or not?"
"No, I don't drink…what about you?"
"No…" She immediately looked down at her hoodie pockets and watched her hands shake even more. "Okay fine, I've had a couple drinks but nothing crazy…"
"Do you smoke?" He was quick to question with complete compassion wrapped around his tone.
"No, that I can say I definitely don't do. My father smoked a lot when I was a baby and you already know about my mother's habits. I guess you could say that is what scared me away and I thank them for that…" Rebecca continued to stare at her hands until she lifted her head up to find herself eye to eye with Michael. "Do you?"
"No, my brother has been known to light up but I've never actually done the whole process…" Michael looked back at the brick structure of his 'temporary' home and smiled. "In fact, he probably is right now…"
"I'm sorry…" She whispered.
"It isn't your fault…Rebecca…"
Rebecca leaned in closer to Michael, her eyes closed and face steady. Michael followed her in her actions. He could smell the sweet aroma of her perfume closer and closer as he moved in. She began to smell the fragrance of his cologne coming closer until she pulled away from him. Knowing her action he did the same and watched the small twinkle in her eye light up. The moment was one in which neither one of them wanted to disappoint one another. Nervously Rebecca flipped on the radio near the slab of concrete her father had left for her and smiled as the song began to play.
(A/N: Okay, I know 'iris' by the Goo Goo Dolls was not made in 1991-it was actually in 1998- but it is perfect so lets play make believe and pretend that it was in 1991. Oh yeah and I don't own this song!!!)
And
I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me
somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I
don't want to go home right now
And
all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your
life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss
you tonight
"I don't want to mess anything up this time…" Rebecca sighed and turned down the volume of the song.
Without skipping a beat Michael was quick to turn the song up and faced the young lady. "You won't…" He reassured her.
And
I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd
understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you
to know who I am
And
you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth
in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you
bleed just to know you're alive
Scofield began to lean in closer as did Rebecca.
And
I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd
understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you
to know who I am
(break and solo)
And
I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd
understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you
to know who I am
Rebecca placed her soft hands against the cheeks of Michael caressing his skin just so. Michael placed his hands just below her chin admiring her smooth skin and luscious lips.
And
I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd
understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you
to know who I am
The young lady smiled as she leaned in closer to complete the kiss until she heard a voice coming from behind the house.
"Rebecca, you need to come in now!" Her mother yelled.
"I'm sorry, I have to go…" Rebecca let Michael's hand go and slowly began to walk away.
I just want you
to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want
you to know who I am
"Promise me I'll see you again…" Scofield protested grabbing her arm once more. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. "Promise me…" He whispered.
"I promise…but I have to go…" She lifted away from the ground and slowly walked away from the slab of concrete.
"Goodbye." He whispered in the wind behind her going away.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I really worked hard on it and everything!!!
Again, I would like to dedicate this to Max!
